Kua Cun her pant, <br />Sleeping while she breaths <br />Slavish grips of “love” <br />On her “valen” day. <br />All along allays <br />All the thoughts of birth <br />And her love enrols <br />With the child make king <br />Not the world can stop <br />All her feelings now <br />For her back is bound <br />On this bed she lays <br />Time away but all, <br />Fun and love must stay <br />Till her pant is wet <br />And from now she knows <br />That a mother she, <br />All her life shall be <br />Except nature ceases <br />To produce a fruit <br />Which she now expects <br />Cause her pant is wet.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-releases/
